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“Stop. She’s pregnant, you perv.” “That only means she puts out.” The male mind was an enigma.
A dark-haired woman stood in the doorway wearing skinny jeans and a frayed T-shirt over the slight curve of her pregnant belly. She held a toddler on her hip who wore an oversized Possessed band T-shirt as a dress and knitted thigh-high socks. And I swore, she was watching me with a hint of judgement in her eyes.
Lmao yesss my girl
“Oh.” She wrinkled her nose. “I guess that puts him in an awkward light, doesn’t it?” Bad light, I corrected in my head.
“Please,” I begged, sliding my hand over his erection and up his chest, my next words harsh, “go fuck yourself.”
Mila may have been raised as a soft-hearted American, but it was now clear she could be a Mikhailov when she needed to be.
“Ronan’s Steakhouse. Home of the largest sausage in Moscow.”
Lollll
“Ty dash’ mne trakhnut tebya?”
“Kotyonok . . . yesli ya—”
“Malen’kaya lgunishka
“Eta pizda byla sozdana dlya trakha.”
The view was a painter’s wet dream; the girl too flawless to be real. I wanted to slap her.
Lmao
I pulled back to say, “I’ll get Yulia to find some candles.”
“Ti slishkom ideal’naya chto bi byt’ nastoyashchey.”
“Ya dumayu uzhe slishkom pozdno dlya etogo.”
“Sometimes, I’m convinced you’re immortal.” A smile played on his lips. “Just diabolical.”
Though the soreness between my thighs was the embodiment of Satan’s harem itself.
“Does the bed rotate too?” I asked. “Unfortunately, no,” he returned with humor, then his voice turned raspy. “But it does rock.”
had a job to do, and she was the chess piece needed to win. The problem was . . . I didn’t think I could ever play her.
“Mamma isn’t fat!” Kat yelled before anyone else could get a word in. “She’s growing my brother. And you’re rude!”
“Go, Mila!” Kat cheered from the couch.
“Ya ne govoryu togo, chego ne imeyu v vidu.”
“Then let me make it clear for you,” he said, the shadows in his eyes flashing. “You would survive without me. You would move on.” His tone roughened. “I can’t imagine a world where you and all your fucking yellow doesn’t exist. So if you die, you’ll take me with you. Your sacrifice would mean nothing, kotyonok. NOTHING.”
“Nyet,” Ronan growled, grabbing my face. “Don’t fucking close your eyes.” “I’m so tired,” I whispered, lethargy pulling at every muscle in my body. “I don’t think . . .” “If you die, Mila,” he said harshly, “I’ll send Khaos to a back-alley pound.” My heart beat. “You wouldn’t.” “I would.”
Lmaoooo omg
“Firstly, nothing here is unrequited.” If it was, I would make it requited.
Pros: My crystal glasses were safe. Cons: It might really be unrequited.
Ivan lunged for me but halted when Kristian pulled out his gun and aimed it at his head, tumbler still in hand.
“I thought it was divine intervention,” I grumbled. “Now I know it was diabolic intervention.”
